The Yellow-haired Devil, ruling the world

Because she is an adult, and adults should not share their pain with children, but Wenger will not do that.

But what Ammons wants is that Wenger should not always treat him as a child, but as a man he can rely on and confide his sorrows to.

Only in this way can Ammons get into Wenger's heart, perfectly conquer Wenger, and make Wenger his own.

Ammons continued to chat with Wenger, Anna and others, but in fact he was looking for a suitable opportunity.

A wonderful dinner was about to end, and Ammons successfully found a suitable opportunity.

"Mom, let me help you clean up. You are responsible for cooking, so you can just rest."

Anna volunteered to clean up the mess as usual after dinner. She and Wenger had helped each other in this way in the past. Now that Ammons was present, Anna wanted to leave Ammons with the impression that she was thrifty and capable.

But after she finished speaking, Anna remembered that today it was not just Ammons and his mother and daughter, but also Luolandi, the big shot who had been pretending to be so powerful.

After noticing Anna's gaze, Lolandi tilted her head in a silly way, but Anna would not be fooled by her disguise.

"Little Luo Lan, come with me too~"

Anna smiled and took Luo Landi away. Anna wanted to keep an eye on her at all times.

So Ammons and Wenger were the only ones left in the restaurant.

Chapter 182: Madam, why don’t you talk to me about your troubles~

This was the moment Ammons had been waiting for.

Wenger was only the second wife in name only. The Duke of Lewis arranged maids to serve Wenger, but to Wenger, those people were just an eyesore.

So Wenger dismissed all the servants, and they only came here regularly to do a thorough cleaning.

Wenger never went to the main hall of the Duke's Mansion to eat. She had a small dining room here and a small kitchen not far away.

The servants only need to provide the raw materials, and Wenger doesn't have to worry about anything else. He will do it himself.

Now Anna and Loranti took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them, which took quite a while and gave Ammons a chance to be alone with Wenger.

"Ms. Wenger, you must be very tired after cooking such a large meal by yourself. Let me give you a massage to relax you."

Ammons smiled and came behind Wenger and put his hand on her shoulder to give her a massage.

But Wenger immediately grabbed Ammons' hand to stop him.

"How can this be possible? Ammons, you are a royal family, it is not right for you to give me a massage. If anything, it should be me who gives me a massage."

Wenger rejected Ammons' proposal without hesitation. In this era with a strict aristocratic system, the princes were always the most honorable people and there was no reason for them to serve others.

"Wenger, you don't have to care about my royal status, just think of me as Anna."

Wenger still shook his head. This kind of thing was still inappropriate. It would be even more problematic if someone saw it.

But Ammons would not let Wenger refuse, this was an opportunity he had finally seized.

"Mother Wenger, do you want me to call you like this in order for me to show my filial piety to you?"

Ammons leaned close to Wenger's ear from behind, and his warm breath hit Wenger's ear, turning it red.

Ammons's call of "Mom" in her ear gave Wenger a very strange feeling, and the strength of her resistance weakened unconsciously.

"Hmm~"

In the end, Wenger could only utter a shy moan.

Seeing that Wenger finally accepted it, Ammons smiled with satisfaction.

He placed his hands on Wenger's shoulders and massaged him very seriously. Every time he pressed the right spot, it really helped to relax him.

Ammons is not trying to take advantage of others by giving massages, he is a gentleman!

As a prince, Ammons certainly had never learned massage, but among the props he drew there were some that allowed him to master massage.

Now this skill is used on Wenger for the first time and the effect is visibly good.

Wenger was a little shy and resistant at the beginning, but later he was completely impressed by Ammons' skills and enjoyed it with his eyes closed.

Wenger was a killer of civilian origin. Although he was a magician and generally did not give the enemy a chance to engage in close combat, his long life of assassination had also accumulated a large number of hidden injuries.

Although Ammons' massage could not cure Wenger's hidden injuries, it could make her body relax instantly, making her feel lighter and more comfortable than before.

This feeling is even more fascinating than taking a hot spring bath.

Even though Wenger became a noble, she never enjoyed the luxurious life of a noble lady. Now she has truly experienced the charm of it.

Ammons only massaged Wenger's shoulders and head. If she gave Wenger a full body massage, this beautiful woman would probably lose her composure.

Of course Ammons would not stop at just massaging, but the time was not right and he could not just do a massage here.

The strange sound made by that makes people have bad obscene thoughts.

Besides, Anna and Loranty may come back at any time.

Ammons thought about letting Anna know that he not only wanted her, but also wanted to give her a home.

But this needs to be done gradually. The next half month will be enough for Anna to slowly adapt and accept it.

Taking advantage of the massage opportunity, Ammons also began to press on.

"Mother Wenger, it's too lonely for you to live here alone. I don't think the Duke of Lewis and you have such a close relationship."

"Mother Wenger, if you have been wronged, just tell me. I am a prince after all, and I can help you a lot."

Ammons' words brought Wenger back to her senses from the comfortable massage, but she did not answer Ammons immediately but fell asleep.

Feeling wronged?

Of course that's unfair.

But should I tell Ammons?

But Ammons is still a child.

"Mother Wenger, no, Wenger."

Ammons suddenly stopped the massage and placed both of them on Wenger's face from behind. Wenger let Ammons lift her head up with a confused look on her face so that she could meet Ammons's lowered gaze.

"Wenger, please don't treat me like a child. If you have any grievances or problems, you can come to me and rely on me."

"You are not only Anna's mother, but also someone I want to protect. I will share the burden with you and will not let you continue to suffer!"

Ammons spoke very seriously, and his resolute face looked so majestic in Wenger's eyes.

Wenger's long-silent heart began to tremble slightly, then became faster and faster, beating non-stop.

Yes, Ammons is not a child anymore.

Although he is about the same age as Anna, Ammons is much more mature and reliable than Anna. He is tall and handsome. He is no longer a little boy but a man full of masculine charm.

Wenger looked at Ammons' determined eyes and wanted to dodge, but Ammons did not give her any chance and used his hands to control her to continue looking at Ammons.

Wenger's originally calm face began to turn red. She felt a little uncomfortable, but she had no intention of using magic to break free.

The distance between the two seemed to be getting closer and closer unknowingly, and Wenger saw that Ammons' face seemed to be getting bigger and bigger in front of him until it occupied his entire retina.

The scent of Ammons wafts over me, bringing with it an inexplicable attraction that makes me feel at ease.

Wenger's brain froze at this moment. She stared at Ammons blankly with a dazed look in her eyes.

Was it because I was seeing things? Ammons seemed to be getting closer and closer to me, so close that he seemed to be kissing me.

I don't know what he was thinking, but Wenger subconsciously opened his red lips slightly, as if to welcome him.

"Mom, we're back!"

At this moment, Anna's voice suddenly came from outside, and Wenger was suddenly shocked and woke up instantly.

It seemed like everything that happened just now was just an illusion, as Ammons was continuing to massage her from behind, his hands still on her shoulders.

Was everything that just happened just my imagination?

Wenger's brain was confused and she couldn't react for a moment. Could it be that she was subconsciously longing for someone to share the pressure with her?

Chapter 183: A surprise for the little female ghost

"Well, Anna did a great job, and Loranty was also very obedient."

Ammons continued massaging Wenger's shoulders as if nothing had happened, and at the same time gave a gentle smile to Anna and Loranti who had returned.

Anna was very happy after receiving Ammons' praise. As planned, she showed her side as a good wife and mother in front of Ammons' brother.

But after seeing his mother standing so close to Ammons and enjoying Ammons' massage, the little jealous man became jealous again.

Anna quickly went from happy to puffing up her cheeks.

But Ammons was just massaging his mother's shoulders normally, and he shouldn't be jealous of that!

Although she condemned herself in her heart, Anna still quickly came up and acted cute in front of Ammons.

"Brother Ammons, my shoulders are also very tired. I also want a massage to relax."

Anna came forward unwillingly, she also wanted to be massaged by Ammons, this was also her act of declaring her sovereignty over Loranti.

Wenger suddenly woke up from her dream and temporarily suppressed the confused thoughts in her mind. She stood up almost as if she was running away.

"Well, then come on, Anna. I'll go see how you guys are cleaning up."

Wenger hurriedly got up and walked out. This was just her excuse, but she needed to go out and calm down and sort out her thoughts.

Anna looked at her mother in confusion. She felt that something was wrong with her mother, but she couldn't tell what was wrong with Wenger for the time being.

Ammons pulled Anna over and sat her in front of him at the right time, then began to massage Anna.

Feeling the warmth of Ammons behind her and the comfort of the big hands massaging her shoulders, Anna squinted her eyes comfortably, and all the doubts she had just had disappeared.

Anna tried hard to tilt her little head back, as if she wanted to rub against Ammons' arms, and then she looked at Loranty provocatively.

But despite being provoked by Anna, Lolandi remained indifferent. She just sat aside and watched them silently, looking stupid.

Seeing that Lolandi didn't react, Anna's original little pride suddenly faded a lot. She simply ignored Lolandi and concentrated on enjoying Ammons' massage.

Anna didn't realize that something was wrong, but Ammons did.

The Loranti in front of him was nothing like the one Ammons knew, and even his personality was quite different from the Loranti they first met.

If someone who didn't know her well, they probably wouldn't notice anything, but Ammons could be said to be the person who knew her best besides Loranti, and Ammons had never relaxed his surveillance on Loranti.

There must be something wrong with Loranty! And she has succeeded.

Ammons didn't know what Loranti did and when he did it, but there must be something wrong with Loranti sitting here now.

Projection? Illusion? Or clone?

Ammons, relying on his knowledge of Loranty, quickly thought through the possibilities of various situations.

In the end, Ammons confirmed that the Loranti who was here now was actually just one of her clones.

But it is not a simple clone, because the one here is indeed the physical body of Luolandi, but her main consciousness slipped away at some point.

If Ammons's guess is correct, Loranti should be using her clone to explore the castle at this moment.

You are so good, Luo Landi, you actually hid the truth from me.

Ammons' smile became even kinder. He waved to Loranti, who obediently came over.

Anna also noticed Ammons's actions and looked at Ammons and Loranti in confusion.

Ammons didn't confirm closely that Loranty didn't seem to have any backup plan left, so the next step would be his home court.

This little guy really looks down on me. He actually thinks that his clone can deceive everyone.

Although I was indeed deceived at first, it is not too late to find out now.

"Little Luo Lan must be tired too. Sit on Sister Anna's lap and I'll give you a massage."

Luolandi nodded and sat on it obediently. Although Anna was a little reluctant, she still hugged Luolandi without saying anything.

Ammons placed his hand on Loranti's young shoulder, and she seemed unaware of the abnormality here.